In a fuckin Love.

Nerves on silverw

Sky is down iso are up, You took the place of the coffee shake,
Scratching windows and praying luck, I damned and cherished my tummys ache
Punching balls of energy and blood running between my legs
I m standing up masking the flood of the feeling which makes me beg

Baby babe baby
No shape no form are good enough
Baby babe baby
I won t stand to make you mine

On the road when the sun goes down, i have a man head on my knees
It s just a help to throw you down on the chapel of destiny
Identities and names dissolve as soon as the next morning comes
The only taste my tongue will solve will be your cum I did not taste

Baby babe baby
No shape no form are good enough
Baby babe baby
In our world I ll make you mine

You stabbed me with a silver knife, bad luck for a vampire
I have to fight now everynight or hire a nap from a monster
The sparrows on my hips are singing for the closest spring
I still can feel and bits your lips in the middle of the life ring.

On the silver frame , i catch your smile
My nerves are shaking on silver print
I ate all the pictures to make you mine
i feel the poison running wild and dint

I took a downhill to make you ghost but i had you in 3D shape
Words are fine and sensible but the shivering destroyed the cape
But still Baby babe baby
No shape no form are good enough
Baby babe baby
I ll keep your ghost along my spine.